Elena’s POV
Enzo, Jake, and I stood on the back patio of the bed and breakfast. The tension between us was clear, and the air felt thick with unspoken doubts. I turned from Enzo’s steely gaze to Jake's comforting, albeit worried, eyes. We all knew Winter needed her space, but my nerves were frayed with worry.
"Winter just needs a minute to think," I repeated, my voice trembling slightly as I explained to the two men. Enzo's jaw clenched and unclenched, the muscles in his neck taut with suppressed frustration.
A heavy silence hung over us for minutes that felt like hours. Finally, Enzo broke it, his voice low and decisive. "I'm going to talk to her," he announced, pushing himself up from the porch railing.
My heart sank as I watched him stride toward the house with purpose. I opened my
